Where The Heart Is: A Bay City Paranormal Investigations story

and tender, sent Dean spinning over the precipice into an orgasm so intense it squeezed the breath from his lungs. His back arched, fingers digging into his thighs with bruising force as his insides rippled around Sommer’s hand. Semen splashed thick and hot on his belly.
Through sex-blurred vision, Dean saw Sommer’s lips quirk into that smile, the one that made Dean feel giddy and feverish. “I wish you could see yourself right now,” Sommer murmured, his voice soft and dreamy. “You look incredible with your legs up and my hand in your ass, and come all over you.”
Dean let out a hoarse laugh, which morphed into a wavering moan when Sommer eased his hand carefully out of Dean’s hole. “I probably look the same way I feel. Thoroughly fucked.”
“Mm. You do, actually.” Sommer pried Dean’s fingers off the backs of his thighs and helped him lower his legs to the bed. Picking up an extra towel, Sommer wiped the liquefied shortening off his hand. “Just looking at you like this makes me want to come.”
Dean reached up to caress Sommer’s cheek. The way Sommer leaned into the touch tugged at his heart. “What do you want, Sommer? You want my mouth, or my hand?” He flashed a wicked grin. “I’d give you my ass, but—”
“No condoms. Dammit.”
“Nope.” Hooking his hand around the back of Sommer’s neck, Dean pulled his face down to kiss him. “So what do you want?” Dean ran his tongue across Sommer’s parted lips, licking up the taste of sweat and need. “I’m your slut, Sommer. You can do anything you want to me.”
A solemn expression came over Sommer’s face. Pressing himself between Dean’s splayed legs, Sommer laid a kiss on his brow. “Don’t say that. You’re not.”
Dean wanted to ask if that meant he wasn’t a slut, or wasn’t Sommer’s. Or both. But Sommer’s tongue pushed into his mouth, and he didn’t have the heart to stop him in order to ask. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know anyway. Closing his eyes, Dean wrapped both legs around Sommer’s waist and opened his mouth wide.
It didn’t take long for Sommer to finish. His hips rocked into Dean’s, his cock sliding against Dean’s grease-slick groin. When he came, he breathed a soft cry into Dean’s mouth. His lips moved, forming silent words Dean felt but didn’t understand. Dean held him in arms and legs, stroking his damp hair and trembling back.
He bit back the declaration which wanted to come out. He didn’t trust it, no matter how right it felt.
People don’t fall in love this fast , he reminded himself, as Sommer collapsed at his side and drew him into his arms. You think you love him because of what all you’ve shared this past month, and what you just did together. You can’t do all that with someone and not feel a connection. That’s all it is.
Looking into Sommer’s shining eyes, he knew he was lying to himself. But there was no choice, really. Even if what he felt was real, the reality of it was that even the strongest love faded with time and distance. Something this new and fragile would never survive long months and hundreds of miles of separation.
He’d had his heart broken before, and he’d survived. He could survive it again.
Sommer’s hand touched his cheek. “What are you thinking?”
Dean nuzzled into Sommer’s palm, catching his own scent mixed with the smell of vegetable grease and sweat. “Nothing,” he lied. He felt a familiar smile—the evil, teasing one he liked to hide behind—spread over his face. “Reckon we have time for one more before you have to take me home?”
Sommer looked startled, then burst out laughing. “Good grief, you’re horny.”
“Guilty.” Tightening his grip on Sommer’s body, Dean tilted his head to kiss Sommer’s lips. “Let me suck your cock. I didn’t get to finish you off before.”
Sommer’s low groan was answer enough. His hand fisted into Dean’s hair, drawing him into one of those consuming, mind-blowing kisses.
Dean gladly opened to him. Neither of them was hard yet, but it was only a matter of time. And as long as they were working together toward the common goal of getting off one more time, Dean didn’t have to think about falling in love with someone he’d never see again.
Chapter Fifteen
    Two hours later, Sommer’s SUV pulled up in Kerry and Ron’s driveway. Dean unbuckled his seat belt and sat twisting his fingers together, wondering if he’d ever felt so awkward. Finally facing up to his feelings for Sommer had